Tus ojitos negros
Sara Montiel
Your Black Eyes
When I see your black eyes
black little ones
like my luck.
I don’t know what enters my body
little mountain, I feel death.
Little mountain, I feel death,
little mountain, I feel death.
When I see your black eyes
black little ones
like my luck.
Come on, go away, I don’t want
to deal with you anymore.
You act like who you are
damn it.
What more do you want me to say?
oh oh oh oh.
What more do you want me to say?
oh oh oh oh.
What more do you want me to say?
The little eyes of my dark one
look like my troubles.
Black like my struggles
big like my sorrows.
Big like my sorrows
big like my sorrows.
The little eyes of my dark one
look like my troubles.
To the Lord of great power
four lanterns shine.
And your eyes
light me up
for crying out loud.
That shine like two suns
oh oh oh.
That shine like two suns
oh oh oh.
That shine like two suns.
